A little flower in a garden
waiting for her great lover
knows she is too little
for him to notice her.
Whatever snow or rain,
long darkest nights,
stretching towards the sky,
wishing on the stars.
She'll show her smile
to say "Hi" to his light.
The sun shines so bright,
never thinks " She is mine".
But the flower never lies
when she'll wait for him
till she dies.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
A little flower in a garden
waiting for her great lover
knows she is too little
for him to notice her.
Whatever snow or rain,
long darkest nights,
stretching towards the sky,
wishing on the stars.
She'll show her smile
to say "Hi" to his light.
The sun shines so bright,
never thinks " She is mine".
But the flower never lies
when she'll wait for him
till she dies.
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